Sisters

(for my mom, and her sister Marcia, and, I hope, for Edith)

You have connections

you may not notice —
A shared light in the corner of access memory,

How your eye may catch your cheekbone, looking out,

Your love of birds,

deeper than articulation —

something tugging at your inner wings . . .

So, though your worlds diverge,

When you come together,

you find that seated ease

where words are comfortable

but not required.

©Wendy Mulhern

September 5, 2013